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Sunday, July 24, 2022

#MINIONS & #TheBLUES #ColonelSanders #TrumpCapers

LOSE ALL YOUR MARBLES, AS ABOVE, SO BELOW

There is a reason for those who stand for nothing at all, all in a hall of a hotel
Extinction of species' injected whiskey all night, injection of venom ala clown
Trivial pursuits while being #Woke or #Asleep, all of y'all will fall downtown
Even microscopic electrons too fast to see, she said, what I say I can't tell

It's mainly a reaction to gravity's pull on atoms, we move sweeter nothings
Up, down & all around everywhere on sea, land & thin air under my wings
Always trying to be happy and painless, nudge & a shove from the boondoks
As I know they want to do unto me, but anyway, all there is, matrix of rocks.

Kidding as far as I can pick and grin, beatin' animal skins with bone drum stix
I ain't in the tune but I'm out of tune with the rhapsody and the concerto fix
Keyboards of notes C,D,E,F,G,A, sharp & flat, chords of 7ths and majors to go
Nobody I know of is superman, superwoman on the take, on the dole, yo Bro!

Supermice or just a #MightyMouse, price you gotta pay for findin' out who's who
Be all too human, walkin' all over the sidewalks & turf I've no claim to, no tattoo
I know what it's like to dig on a trip & then find out the the trip ain't yours, a fact
Somebody started trippin' way before I came into a picture, I'm just the final act.

Your time on Earth is up and the Present and the Past have bowed to the Future
Pretend that you chain smoke tobacco rolled in thin plant pulp, tweeking a cure
For the bird flu and the black plague that kill everybody's dream, likes it or nots
I'll give you a hint so that you may smoke the leaf until the burn kindles robots.

Boots above and below the ground of being and stayin alive, all it takes's a kicker
In the heads above or below, the pain & suffering remain in a material oil slicker
On ground of the left over rock that's not turned to sand underwater, found it
God's eye is open and it's myopic or astigmatic, trifocal fagot needs a monacle.

Drunk as a skunk although skunks don't get drunk, it's a manner of our speech
Fear and loathing for the mass of humanity, less the dead & gone on my beach
You might not know it & even if you do know it, the Truth is rough but I'm ready
In this Space of this solar system's area in the galaxy, parsecs away from infinity.

Simmer until you evaporate, in an atmosphere here before & IT will be hereafter
Being as such, One thing, all by itself without morphine & goddess' heroine skin
Orphanages all empty since every mother's son & daughter have hard time's kin
On the way to the extinction, bow & bend over for the reload, gotta pound it in.

On the way out of the door where even dark angels fear to go, you gotta look back
Where you were is where you'll never be again, that's just the way it goes in black
Outerspace with room for Nothing & every other atom, my things & 1% of minions
Used the deductable for the down payment, then charged payment in full to sons.

They bought their ways into the pie in the sky, it wasn't lemon merangue but good
French Apple, Cherry Pie burnt in a 1-hit trick, sweet Jane sweepin' the Chicago oil
Smell like you just got out of the shower after camping for three days with all pests
My last shot, I scored &  reaped what I sewed!  Game's over!  Hand for our guests!

by
r j j  stephan, i

c.  Dimanche, 7-24-2022 A.D. @ 1212 AMPST
{  Jammed listenin' to https://youtu.be/2kGEhX_s2_g @TobyKeith #WackyTobaccy }
F I N I S
W.W.A.R.D.?

UM, HELL NO


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